Chapter 619 - 122: One Sword Against an Army of a Million
Chapter 619: Chapter 122: One Sword Against an Army of a Million
Pei Qingming, Senior Brother Pei.
"Pei Qingming!"
The black-robed figure at the center of the warship looked grim upon seeing Pei Qingming.
"Wasn’t it said that this person is only at the Second Grade Realm, with strength comparable to the First Grade? Why does this sword strike have such power?" The elder beside him also showed a look of shock in his eyes.
They had just witnessed thousands of strands of Sword Qi whistling forward, like falling stars, slicing through the tentacles of the Eight-Clawed Demon King.
"The rumors were false. Pei Qingming had concealed his strength and was already a First-Grade Martial Artist, and not just an ordinary one at that." The black-robed man said in a deep voice.
In front of Lingxiao City, before Pei Qingming’s form arrived, his two fingers merged like a Sword Peak pointing out. Countless Sword Qi burst forth, disintegrating the numerous warships of Zheng Kingdom’s martial artists approaching Lingxiao City into powder in this rain of swords, causing martial artists of Zheng Kingdom to topple into the sea.
"Retreat!"
Seeing this scene, the black-robed man’s expression instantly changed, and with a tug on the chain in his hand, the two Sea Demon Kings also immediately retreated, attempting to escape back underwater.
"Is Lingxiao City a place you can come and go as you please?"
Pei Qingming’s lips curved slightly upwards. As the longsword behind him was unsheathed, a golden Sword Light filled everyone’s eyes, slashing toward the Eight-Clawed Demon King.
The Eight-Clawed Demon King had already dived underwater, yet after three breaths, when they saw the sea surface bubbling up with patches of foul-smelling blood, all the surrounding martial artists from other nations knew that even if this Demon King wasn’t dead, it must be severely injured.
However, ten breaths later, when they saw the massive body of the Eight-Clawed Demon King floating on the sea, the way everyone looked at Pei Qingming changed.
The martial artists of Lingxiao City were exhilarated, the martial artists from other nations watching were shocked, while for the Zheng Kingdom’s martial artists, it was sheer terror.
At this moment, formations and military orders... the Zheng Kingdom’s martial artists disregarded them all, madly steering their warships to escape. The monarch of Zheng Kingdom was just a figurehead; these martial artists were loyal to their respective families.
If there were benefits, they could naturally cooperate with the monarch’s orders, but facing Pei Qingming, they were thoroughly terrified.
This man is beyond human capability.
"There was an old saying in the Martial Arts Realm, that a First-Grade Martial Artist is equivalent to three thousand Grade-Entering Martial Artists, but now it seems this saying has to change. An ordinary First-Grade Martial Artist can match three thousand Grade-Entering Martial Artists, but a First-Grade Martial Artist like Pei Qingming is worth tens of thousands of troops."
Under Pei Qingming’s Sword Qi, they saw the Zheng Kingdom’s battle arena crumble like tofu, with warships turning to dust one by one. These martial artists of Zheng Kingdom must hate that they weren’t born with more legs to flee faster.
This is truly a single person, with one sword, halting tens of thousands of martial artists from Zheng Kingdom.
"Zheng Kingdom is so useless, tens of thousands of martial artists frightened by one man. I refuse to believe Pei Qingming can truly kill tens of thousands of warriors single-handedly, maybe he will soon be exhausted."
"If it were the warriors of Liang Kingdom’s army, perhaps they wouldn’t retreat, but the Zheng Kingdom martial artists... once they are frightened, there’s no such thing as absolute obedience to military commands."
A martial artist spoke disdainfully. Looking across the Nine Kingdoms, perhaps only Liang Kingdom can achieve unity from top to bottom.
Not because Liang Kingdom’s martial artists aren’t afraid of death, but because the humiliation of weakness endured in the past is etched deeply in the heart of every Liang Kingdom martial artist.
"I’m withdrawing first."
The black-robed man ignored the elder beside him and directly jumped into the water, disappearing from sight.
Zheng Kingdom’s morale was crushed, ensuring their defeat. The Sea Race had already lost a Sea Demon King and wouldn’t accompany Zheng Kingdom to their deaths.
One two-hour period later.
The sea was stained with drifting blood, corpses everywhere, and the martial artists of Lingxiao City halted their pursuit of Zheng Kingdom’s martial artists.
"Fifty thousand martial artists, at least half are dead. This battle has likely left Zheng Kingdom severely weakened."
Spies hidden among martial artists from other nations were filled with shock as they looked at the figure standing on the city wall, sword on his back. They needed to report this news to their own countries immediately to prevent their monarchs from making the wrong decision.
PS: Seeking a monthly ticket.